Nothing is like the feeling of traveling.
The airports, the rush of people, the places you temporarily absorb and replenish.
You are put with a select few of people on a plane, somehow bound to their presence, then wisked away, most likely to never see them again.
Its an odd feeling.
Truly odd to me, and its not like im in amateur traveler.
I hate the long waits between flights, the possibilities of being seated to a complete asshole, and just the whole conjunction of stress you are filled with before you reach your final destination.
In stockholm's airport, i was sweating like a damn monkey from the humidity,
waiting three hours before i can approach my connecting flight.
Oh the feeling. & my ipod was about to die.
Funny thing is, the wall plug ins are different, so i was pretty much out of music for a while.
(AND NO SERVICE ON MY CELLULAR)
Yay for me (:
But im done complaining.
I AM NOW IN SWEDEN & I HAVE REACHED MY FINAL DESTINATION.
im happy (:
im just tired of the traveling.. /:
